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“DAMMIT!” Roars the thunderous baritone of the maker of the heavens and the earth - of all that is seen and unseen - the God almighty himself. He slams his closed fist on the side of his marbled shower in anger repeatedly. The frustration he felt was monstrous. Rage was rising in this throat like bile. The rock starts to crack under the pounding that came from his large, powerful fists, chest heaving and rising with the blessed holy water cascading through the pipes down to his heavenly naked form.Taehyung bellows a gruff shout again. The fluffy clouds of heaven bound together with his faith woven through them quake and tremble at the loud sounds that escape his throat. His deep timbre echoes around his large white bathroom that would make Roman architects weep with how perfect and pillared it was.His nostrils flare in irritation. His senses going haywire. Taehyung hangs his head in defeat, the divine water sprinkling down his back, keeping him pure and clean as he feels the sorrow, sticky feelings of betrayal and anguish of his favorite angel being taken from him.Taken or did she want to to go? Did she willingly submit herself to a carnal sin which caused the bond he had to be with her severed slightly?She was still there. She still loved him with every fiber of her immortal being, not like the lost cause that was Park Jimin. She had remorse in her heart, that was the only reason he could feel her through the invisible bond he had with his angels.Questions hang in his mind, he doubts himself as he continues to hold himself up on the walls in the sleek marbled shower.Who did this to her? And why? What could that girl possibly want when he has given her nothing but unconditional love her whole existence - alive and deceased? And after everything he has done for her…You would think she would be more grateful to him. He has one major question waging on his mind: What could she have possibly given into?He gasps to no one but himself in a stream of holy water.He wonders if she’s gone to the east side of the pentagram and something dreadful has happened to her? Did she run into her famous ex-fiancé down in the depths of that fiery wasteland? After all the time Taehyung has spent purifying every memory of that monster and the cause of her unjust, horrific death out of her mind, only for her to be triggered into reliving her past again on the off chance she has come into contact with him.That’s a nasty thought, he thinks as he shuts off the valve for the water to cease pouring overhead. He truly hopes his awful prediction is wrong.Taehyung really wasn’t supposed to have favorites among people - living and deceased - being, well, you know, the almighty Father himself. He couldn’t help it though. From time to time, he just showed more interest in one more than all his other children under his holy divine creation.From birth, Taehyung knew she was going to be perfect. She barely cried as a baby, maybe she became fussy a few times in her infant stages but it was never anything substantial. Such a sweet, caring soul of a person. As a child she would take care of everyone else in her poor, rundown home, parents, and her other siblings first before she focused on herself. She was a dreamer, a romantic, but intelligent and cunning. She was constantly reading and teaching herself new things and showing her skills off to other people - hence her need and desire to be a teacher. She prayed to him so often - when she needed guidance, had questions, needed advice, happy or sad she would bow her head in prayer. A woman of faith that loved him just as much he did her, though she doesn’t know this yet until he met her on her journey to heaven, coming down to personally escort her up to his home himself. Taehyung pulled some invisible strings and made it so a woman of her time would be able to teach the young children in town about reading and writing, the men in her village a little more than cruel and barbaric towards the female gender. He didn’t meddle in people’s lives often, a sin on his own accord to mess with living people’s natural flora and fauna. He didn’t like to ruin the ecosystem in which humans interact and mingle with one another. It usually messes with lives later down the line, which he does find that this happens to be the case with her.If only he hadn’t…If only he was smart enough to follow his own advice…He had to hand it to Seokjin, he really could create the perfect storm. He could place wicked, chaotic, sometimes evil energy into delicate human beings lives, messing them up before Taehyung could pop in and try to correct the situation. If human hearts are weak and not nurtured right, sometimes they become fleshed out demons.If only Taehyung has put more effort into him…That’s where this all started, when the two met and fell in love with each other on one warm weathered day at the market. The pure spirited y/n and the corrupt, vicious killer of a beast should never have met. They truly should not have been any form of friends, let alone a couple. It was like something out of a movie of today’s times: he bumped into her, she dropped her basket and their hands collided trying to retrieve her scattering items on the path around them. She was smitten, love at first sight with the handsome demon in the flesh while he could only think about one thing and one thing only, flashing her a wickedly attractive gummy smile.Taehyung rolls his eyes as he relives the plucked memory from her mind over in his, wrapping himself in his snow-colored towel, exiting the steaming shower.‘What a joke,’ Taehyung thinks to himself as he braces himself on his marbled counter, looking at himself in the mirror. Droplets of water drip off the delicate, soft blonde hair falling onto the glittering smooth rock his hands were gripping. His piercing blue eyes were glowering at no one but himself in the mirror. He felt part of her slip away again and he was steadily growing more concerned about her by the second.He supposed he could only shield her for so long, though. He would continue to do even if she fully turned into a fallen angel, one beyond repair like her former boss, Jimin, who was now the devil’s personal slut. She would either succumb to whatever sin she was participating in or he could save her.He has to save her.Taehyung starts to brush his teeth vigorously, beads of water cascading down his golden, beautiful body, thinking back to the day it all started, when it was all real and fleshed out for him.Taehyung relives the memory of meeting her for the first time - officially - once she had…passed. He had been the one to escort her soul back to his domain and just like that, he could tell, she was smitten all over again. Or was it the other way around?No. He loved her. He’s always loved her. In a platonic, friendly, pure way that a God is supposed to love his people…Right?A surge of warmth shoots through his body, making the fluffy white wings on his back expand and shake. A whole shiver running through his veins, a pooling pit in his stomach expanding and heating up his already angry body. The bond he has with his favorite angel becoming almost completely severed in one of the most disgusting of all the carnal sins. The sin that makes his nostrils flare and his blood boil over. One sinful act he can’t believe that another one of his perfect angels has fallen prey to: lust.What. The. HEL-Taehyung’s rage swells like a furious red balloon. He lets out another howl of frustration, smacking his large palms on the marble, making it snap like a rubber band with how incredibly heated he became - the smooth rock breaking into fragments in an instant. His halo glow shines brighter than the sun he’s placed in the sky, hotter than the center of any volcano he’s ever smothered people with, more vivid than any lightning that’s ever been produced. He grips the edge of his broken counter as he just yells and screams his frustration into the steamy bathroom air. The vein on his neck pulses, his nails begin to crack with the sheer exertion that Taehyung was forcing his immortal body to go through on the now rough edges of the stone.He swears if Kim Seokjin, Lucifer himself, had anything to do with her loss to him, he was going to throw a fit, create a riot, force himself into the hearts of mortal men and woman more as a result of his - the devil’s - selfish needs.Thunder was not created by God and his angels “bowling” in the sky like human parents tell their children nowadays - no. No, it’s created by something you hardly hear about now, only traces of it ever being documented was in the holy scripture. God’s fury was the cause of many of the natural disasters on Earth, most notably and frequently were the thunderstorms he whips up when he is feeling particularly on edge. Whom does the almighty God turn to in his times of trouble? Who will listen to the most powerful of all the land, sea, and sky? Whom? Especially now that he’s lost her - his favorite angel - who’s down in the depths of the fiery pits of evil which he cannot step into.Taehyung’s glow fades back into his normal golden halo, his shoulders bounce up and down and his chest heaves as he comes off his rage-filled high of the day. His hair now just about dry with how much he’s procrastinated since stepping out of the holy water. He looks up into his cracked mirror, the chipped glass creating many more Taehyungs’ than just the one true being of light stood alone in his smooth, white bathroom that he was single-handedly destroying. He searches the many pairs of eyes in the fractured reflection of himself, wondering why he wasn’t good enough for her. The blue of his eyes start to sparkle, liquid springing forth to swim with salty tears in the bright hues of his sockets, realizing that he hadn’t been doing the most for her, that his efforts to purge the impure and unclean thoughts from her mind had all been in vain.How dare she betray him like this.How dare whomever the person that is deflowering his precious opal colored pearl of a woman that he had created, touching her in such a vile manner.Taehyung doesn’t need to breathe, but, in order to relate to the people who he has created, he’s picked up the habit himself - the residents of heaven not giving up their own earthly habits once they have passed on to the other side. He swears that if he had a beating heart, it would stop with the unholy thought he’s just had. His breathing hitches in his throat as he concocts a wickedly evil plan in his mind. His brain working faster than the rest of his body at this point. ‘The lord almighty should not be thinking these thoughts,’ he thinks to himself as he produces his cell phone from thin air, snapping his fingers and having it appear before him like an invisible, wild form of magic.He could get her back. He knows how to win her back. Now, if only she’ll comply with him….He looks at his broken face in the mirror once more, swallowing the dry lump in his throat down quickly. He relives the memory of only ever committing the sin once in his life, with a woman named Mary a very, very long time ago - for a very specific purpose at that, deeming her worthy to bare her son of light to the human world.He presses the dial button, looking at his many eyes in the mirror again, and immediately the voice of the sorting man of Limbo answers God’s call. “Y’ello?” Comes the deep echo through the receiver of the pocket telephone.“I need you to send a wise man to fetch my angel for me in Hell,” Taehyung instructs, voice a little rough with all the yelling he’s just forced his vocal cords a moment ago.The man in charge of the waiting room of the realms cackles on the other line and Taehyung removes the device away from his ear, wincing his face in the process. “No hello?” Namjoon asks, teasing lit to his smooth rumble. “Another one?!” Namjoon quips over the phone to the most powerful being of light, referring to the loss of Jimin only a few months prior. Once Taehyung doesn’t answer, Namjoon snorts a low laugh into the phone once more. “No, ‘Oh, Namjoon, would you be a dear and kindly ask one of your employees to journey into the pentagram and get a fallen angel for me’?” He prompts on further.Taehyung all but rolls his eyes at him laughing to himself on the other line, he’s had enough of otherworldly beings for the day let alone next millennium. “Namjoon. Will you please set up a meeting room in the process of your very skilled and kind wise men running to get my angel?” He grits his teeth as he asks, trying to remain calm with the man who is neither good nor bad, the overseer of Limbo itself.“Yeah sure, for how many people? You know Seokjin is having a meeting with the two oldest of my boys today too, right? Him and his new fling with wings. ” Namjoon asks all serious, smile obvious in his tone though. “And who’s this angel I have to send my guys out into devil territory to retrieve?”“Three,” Taehyung states bluntly, eyes flashing in anger, all the hues of blue reflecting for Taehyung to see in the shining of the glass. He couldn’t give a damn about the devil - Seokjin and his former angel were the last things on his mind. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Her name is like honey rolling off his tongue as he announces every syllable into the mobile device. His low tone echoes her name out into the pillars of his home. “And send her straight here along with the demon that turned her.”He hangs up the call without wishing the head of Limbo a goodbye, not wanting to stay on the line longer than need be at this point. He snaps his fingers and wills the phone away. He looks at the mess he’s made of his bathroom, the sharp rock of his broken white counter looking worse than wear at this point. He sighs, snapping his fingers while everything shifts and cracks into place magically, as if nothing happened - as if Taehyung didn’t throw a temper tantrum with inanimate objects.He stares at the now smooth, shining grey and white marble. Taehyung hopes that his relationship with her will happen just like that, but instead of the snapping of his fingers, it will be with the snapping of his hips into hers.————‘What have I done?’ You ask yourself as you roll over in the black satin sheets that weren’t yours, your body snuggly folded into a blanket burrito you’ve been wrapped in all night. You have a slight ache in your wings and your thighs. You have more than a slight suspicion that the wet, sinful act you’ve just had was very much real and not a projection of your deepest desires coming out to play in the security of the dream world. ‘Oh…my…god…’You throw the sheet off of your warm body and instead of meeting a wave of refreshing cold air, you are met with a gust of hot air instead. “Oh, no…” You whisper out, jolting from the bed that isn’t yours, eyes wild and already watering. You walk over to the window in the bedroom you are stood in alone, peaking out of the curtain, to be met with the hazy maroon and black sky, the all-seeing eye in the distance of the middle of Hell.A figure leans on the frame of the door behind you, admiring the way your backside was littered with galaxies of magenta and violet bruises on the unmarked swell of your exposed backside.You stand there for a minute, not really thinking or feeling. Shock flooding through your body, wings drooping with the realization of where you were. A numb shiver runs up and down your body quickly, overtaking your emotions, making you stare on and on at the red-hot atmosphere of middle earth. You drop your light hold on the midnight curtains to look down at your palms, your face expressionless. Your once golden halo is now a dusty pink color, signifying that you have turned, you had fallen prey to a carnal sin. You flip them up and down, back and forth, as if the color was going to change with your movements.Your theory is correct about your “dream” then, that it really wasn’t one to begin with.“Good morning, beautiful.” You don’t turn around, already knowing it was the young demon behind you. With him whispering sinful phrases into your ear all night, how could you not know that voice by now?You say nothing in response to him. What could you say to him even if you wanted to? You wanted to scorn and chastise him, but at the end of the day, you had participated in the sinful act of lust and passion with him last night just as much as he had. It takes two to tango and you did it the absolute dirtiest dance you could have last night.You gave him yourself for the first time in your mortal and immortal life and you weren’t sure if you should run and hide or turn and fight the urge to do it all over again.A warmth brushes your calve, sliding and weaving across the skin of your leg. You look down as you see it’s his leather, corded tail that’s come to stroke over your flesh again, raising goosebumps from their hidden depths of your heated skin. You turn and see his amber eyes soften with your unsure gaze behind your shoulder. He snakes his scorching arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his front, which you are more than happy as he is clothed at this point. You weren’t sure if you can handle another night like last night, it drove you absolutely batty - in the best way possible, which scared you even further.Though, it wasn’t like you couldn’t do it again. After all, you were changed. You were a sinful being of the otherside, never being able to return to the land of fluffy pastel clouds or your more than spacious suite in the sky.“Where will I go?” You choke out, a silent tear leaving it’s home from being tucked away in its socket for so long, finally bursting free with your first words to him since the middle of the night. “I can’t go back home now…”He nuzzles the crook of your neck where his teeth sunk into your flesh more times than you can count. He inhales deeply, kissing the side of your throat, making you gasp. “Stay.” He prompts you softly, kissing your flesh, raking his canines over and over your flesh, as if he wishes to pierce you with his pointed fangs, like a vampire would.“No, I can’t.” You whisper, your hands finding purchase on his strong forearms holding the middle of your flesh tautly. “You’ve done more than enough.” You squeak out. ‘It’s true,’ you muse to yourself in your mind, reveling in the way his hot breath fans against your neck, making the coil in the middle of you tighten and grow. ‘In more ways than one, mind you.’“I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He growls, the sound vibrating through you in a pleasant way, making you touch the insides of your thighs together in an attempt for some friction between them. “Stay with me, my angel.” He moves his hands to steady your hips, molding you with the growing bulge in the front of his sweatpants.‘Oh, yes please!’ Is what you really wanted to say, but you resisted the urge to have him throw you around like he did last night. This internal battle, the struggle, was a difficult one indeed.A loud unearthly noise rips through the room and has you both looking down beyond his forearms in alarm, breaking the sexual tension you were building up with each other on this warm day in Hell. Damn your stomach having impeccable timing.“Someone is hungry, huh?” He chuckles, making the winding coil in your stomach all but disappears as quickly as it came.You twist your face around and give him a sheepish grin as he just laughs, amber colored orbs disappearing for a minute as he tilts his head back. “Okay princess, are you going to be picky with what I feed you?”“N-No you make me whatever you want.” You scoff, eyebrows hitting the top of your forehead as he unwraps the hold he has on your waist and retrieves some comfy clothes for you to slip into.A whole plate of bacon, eggs, and toast later and you’re sitting next to him on his plush cobalt couch again, watching the morning news of Hell flashback and forth in front of your eyes. You really feel bad for not helping with breakfast, but, Jungkook kept insisting he wasn’t going to poison you or anything, not that you would die anyway. You haven’t consumed the meat of pigs in so long as you were not able to eat pork in Heaven. So, you really forgot how much you love the smokey, sweet crisp flavor of the animal.You watch the morning news of Hell dressed in his (hopefully) older pair of black sweats, cutting two long holes in the back for your pinkened wings to pop through comfortably. This boy knew how to take care of you, you think, watching his tail swing behind him to and fro in a slow rhythm while he fries himself some eggs for himself to enjoy.You turn back to watch the two very enthusiastic demons on the screen talk about various topics that make you question your (slipping) sanity for a second. Stock market crashes, reports of thefts in the north side, raging fires in the south, a nightclub in the middle of the star was threatening to close down and then came something about the biggest mafia head in all of Hell on the east side. Jungkook comes to sit by you on his plush couch cushions and you could hardly focus on the story on the television any further.“So, you really don’t care if I stay?” You ask as he shovels all three items in his mouth comically fast. You snort a laugh, handing him the tall glass of milk he’s poured for you. He takes it after coughing out for a minute. You hear the word “murder” being said by the taller brunette host lady, making you swivel your attention towards the screen.“Y/n.” Jungkook says after taking an audible gulp of the liquid, grabbing your hand with his free one. You barely register the familiar looking man on the screen while you rotate your head back to face the amber colored irises once more. He sets the glass on the floor, moving his plate to the seat in between your bodies.“Of course. I mean, I don’t care if you stay!” He rambles, his golden hues darting around, looking so innocent and flustered for a demon. “I really don’t want you to…leave.” He sighs the last word, still not meeting your gaze as the TV broadcasts a handsome man across the screen for the entirety of the fiery plane to see. “But, at the end of the day, it’s your choice and I’m not going to keep you here against your will.”He finally lifts his unsure gaze to your gentle one staring at him with affection. You break out into a wide beaming grin, squeezing his hand, and nodding your head slightly. You didn’t feel like you need to say more to him - your eyes really doing more than enough communication wise, letting him know that you would like to stay in his company.Two different sounds catch your attention right after you share a tender moment with the young man, wishing to share more with at this moment.One of these noises is a few rough taps on the wood of Jungkook’s front door. He shrugs his shoulders as he gets up to answer the door. You, however, are zoned in on the TV that’s talking about the “King of the East”. A man with a black mop on his head, with red dragon-like slits for eyes, and what looks like a prominent smirk plastered on his thin lips. This was the mafia head of the east side of the star they keep talking about, the “Murderous Min”.You inch closer off your spot on the couch, crawling to be face to face with the glass of Jungkook’s television. You watch the pictures and videos of the man flashing across the screen with rapt attention, not registering the yelling that’s happening in the entryway of Jungkook’s home.You have a gut feeling you’ve seen him before…. but… where?You had some friends who had been sent straight to the middle of the star while you had tried to remain as pure and perfect as you could. Sure, most of your family had made it into heaven with you, albeit much older than you were when you passed so you knew more than all of them before you had succumbed to a simple disease.You reach out to the glass and touch your fingertips to the static-filled box in a poor attempt to connect with this man before you, blood dripping out of his mouth of someone else he’s murdered in cold blood.THUD.“STOP!” Comes the voice of your young demon, pulling you from the throes of your hazy thoughts. “No! Stop!” You turn your head to his concerned voice as you hear the giggles echo in the hall that have given you nightmares before.A chill creeps over your frozen body.“Oh, little feathered friend! Where are you?” Comes the sing-song voice of the older of the duo. The younger comes around the corner carrying a flailing Jungkook up by the collar is his white t-shirt. His amber eyes flicker to you in alarm while his handler snaps his void filled eyes to your figure on your knees on the hardwood.The wise men.You rise slowly, as to not alarm them. Any fast movements and you could say goodbye to your wings. There were seven wise men in total, working for the middle man of the realms, the two youngest in the group particularly threatening and menacing, especially to anyone they deemed unworthy, or caught off guard by. You stand fully as Jungkook continues to struggle in the tallest members grasp. The older of the duo casually strolls in from behind the wall, hands in his pockets, hair coiffed perfectly for the runways, having legs that go on for miles seemingly, topped off with the freshest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.“Hi Bambam.” You smile politely, hoping he can’t smell the fear seeping off of you. “What can I do for you?”You’ve only had to deal with the bounty-hunter like boys a few times in your immortal life and you are so happy you rarely had. The harbingers of neither good or evil, passively chaotic souls bound to serve the ruler of the eternal void that was neither here nor there. Sure, Satan was scary but at least he was inherently evil and rude. But, being unpredictable and not having a set list of rules scares you more than the pits of sulfur you had chosen to become buried in.His smile grows from ear to ear, silver eyes flashing with something dark behind them. His easy grin automatically makes your stomach churn with the threat of danger closing in on you, in the shape of these two wise men.“What have you done to me?!” Shouts your demon lover from the corner of his apartment. Your orbs expand in shock, swiveling your body to face his wild angry amber eyes glued to the back of the skinny man in front of you. Was he trying to teleport over to you? Then it hits you like a large cross with nails straight across your face. Oh, how could you forget?Each of the wise men have their own form of power that manifested in their bodies long ago, being the first to be placed under the ruler of the middle ground. The older ones have god-like gifts, raw power that was almost as old as the creator of the universe itself. But the younger two, the younger two have something so vile, so wicked laced behind their tongue and bodies. Their power one that you feared just as much as you did your God.Bambam lets out a half-hearted chuckle at the young demon’s words. “Me?” He turns to look over his shoulder to Jungkook, a magic that was older than you could ever comprehend, oozes out of him easily, filling the room with immense pressure. “Watch your tone with us, demon.”You gasp out, knees buckling, causing you to fall over, knees hitting the hardwood. You bend even further, catching yourself by your palms. The force of the invisible pressure in the room made you feel like your skull was going to crack in two. You can’t open your eyes as they feel like they are rattling around in their sockets. Your ears hurt, they ring like you are standing underneath a giant church bell. Your body is stinging with pain, granting a strangled cry to fill the air around you. You can’t focus on anything, all logical thought is thrown out the window. You just want to be pain-free and never be on the receiving end of their torturous games. You want nothing more than to please them to make the blinding pain stop.“Leave her alone!” Jungkook shouts from the clutches of the younger man once more, though it barely registers in your brain. The only thing you want, need, is the pressure being applied to cease its existence entirely.“Can’t.” Bambam thrusts his hand through your scalp, tangling his large palm in your messy hair, making your face jerk up to meet his greasy gaze. “Gotta bring our pink angel baby back to the boss.” His silver eyes flash again all in one go with which the pressure automatically ends.Tears flood your sockets in a form of relief, angry tension in the air evaporating before your blurry eyes.“Say, sweet canary, will you sing and tell us who turned you?” Bambam turns his head slightly, sharp jaw looking menacing as he looks back at the struggling horned creature in the corner. “I have a sneaking suspicion of whom it may be.” He smirks, not looking at your pathetic form bowed on the ground before him.Your eyebrows rise and fall quickly on your face, mouth dropping open. You realize that the gatekeeper doesn’t know who has made you turn to a life of sin and slight regret. That means the wise men cannot bring Jungkook back to be tortured with you…Or worse.Good. This was good.“I’m not sure.” You muse out watching the grin slide off of his face, his head cocking to see your expression better. His silver orbs slide to the corners of his sockets as if he’s locked in on his prey. “He left already.” You lie, feeling the small sting of the sin leave through your throat.He jerks you by the root of your hair once more, granting a few whimpers of pain to escape past your lips. “My darling, do you know what happens to birds who don’t sing?” He asks you in a cold and malicious manner. “They die.”The pressure bares down on your body again, making you bend and break all over again. You try and move your head, trying to escape the pressure of his will, though he holds you up with brute strength by your follicles attached to your head. You cry out, eyes rolling in the back of your head from the invisible force that Bambam is bearing down upon you. You feel a trickle of liquid pour out of your nose and you know that it’s neither snot or tears, meaning the wet feeling running down your face is your blood.He can’t kill you, but, he is aiming to torture and maim you until he gets what he wants. Fat chance of that. You refuse to give it to him. You can not let that boy atone for your sins for those are yours to deal with alone. “No.” You squeak out, his silver eyes burning holes into your glossed over ones.“No what, birdy?” He prompts you on, wanting to continue his torture of your immortal soul bowing to him and his partner.“You-u ca-can’t h-ha-have him.” You barely manage to whisper out.Fire ignites behind the eyes of the stylish wise man once more. His nostrils flare in response to your words, understanding that he was going to get exactly what he wants: to continue his manipulation on your fading vessel of a body. More pressure is applied to your limp body as he quietly blinks at you. Your sanity is slipping, you can’t believe you, a fallen angel, is being tortured in the middle of the young demons floor. You twist your face in pain, a silent scream passing through your lips, not being able to even comprehend the immense pain that wave after wave of pressure is hitting you at full force.“No!” Jungkook cries out but goes unnoticed again.You blink and blink, trying to will the pain away. Your vision blurs and doubles, the edges of your sight edging with black and white stars creeps up, making your artificial breathing coming out in short pants and gasps.“Tell me who turned you, my pinkened dove, and I’ll stop.” He hisses, still holding your limp body up tautly by your aching scalp.“No.” Though you don’t say it, you can’t articulate the words anymore, you just mouth the words. Your face is turned with quick contact to your flesh. You feel a stinging rise on your cheek, realizing that he’s struck you because of your incompetent answer. His silver eyes look like scorched metal rings hanging in between his sockets, drilling a smoking hole through your brain.It was an awful in-between, the middle ground of nice and naughty. The wise men wanted you to comply, but, they also craved flexing their power over otherworldly creatures. Sick bastards.Bambam was about to open his mouth, to say something cruel yet delicate sounding at the same time. But he is cut off from the loud shriek in the corner once more, the yell slicing through the air with his demon voice hissing out, “JEON JUNGKOOK!”The wise man breaks his hold on you and the mighty power he has over the room, cold smirk finding his lips once more as you hit the hardwood floor face first. You lay there, feeling defeated and saddened, while your blood continues to pool out of your nose. You hear Bambam tell the youngest wise man some orders, but nothing registers. You appreciate the demon coming to your aide, but, this was not his battle to fight. You couldn’t protect him from the middlemen of Limbo, where you are presumably headed off to.Someone scoops you up in their arms and carries you bridal style, though you have a feeling it’s the youngest of the seven men from the middle ground. You are so exhausted you can barely keep your hazy eyes open, the threat of sleep barking at your door. You have no idea what is in store for you the rest of the day, and you will never be able to fathom what the day has yet to offer you.———-The car ride up the single winding road that connects all the realms together is a silent one. The air is thick as Jungkook is basically manhandled and forced into the black cab of the damned, heading to god knows where.Jungkook is glowering at the two men who are sitting across from him holding on to what quite certainly may be the love of his passed on life. He knows they are squishing her wings, the delicate feathers are molded to the two men’s laps across from him. The bigger of the two hasn’t said anything this whole time, but, Jungkook hates him. Hates the big brute as he strokes the side of her face with two large fingers and gazes at her lovingly. He has probably never been as close as he has to an angel like he currently was and is in awe of the sheer beauty and grace angels have even on their worst of days. They far outshone Jungkook in every aspect of his mortal and immortal life and boy, is he glad that he’s gotten to be so up close and - well - personable with the most beautiful and powerful of all of them, Y/n. If she wasn’t the most stunning, head turning, strong, witty character in the entire deceased plain of existence then he didn’t know who it was truly because she was soul stealing. The minute he had laid eyes on her, he couldn’t help the hunger that poured out of him to steal her from the king in the sky, not make her all Jungkook’s and no one else’s.“What was it like?” The skinny of the two asks Jungkook, breaking his thoughts of the previous night in a hurry. His silver cat-like eyes watch Jungkook with mild amusement, trying to break the ice. He wished they were this friendly to start out instead of torturing his pink-hued princess.“What was what like?” Jungkook narrows his amber eyes in disdain at the two employees from the middle realm across the way.“Well, changing an angel of course! Could you visibly see her come to the dark side?” The skinny one touches her soft tresses of wings, angering Jungkook beyond belief that he wasn’t handling her with more care. The pink print across her cheek and dried blood on her face evidently clear of that.“Why do you want to know?” Jungkook growls, eyes flashing red to the duo in warning.“C’mon!” The talker, Bambam, Jungkook thinks his name is, is sincerely excited, waving his hands about as he speaks, all feeling of calculated malicious intent is out the window of the sleek sedan. “Changing an angel is incredibly rare! I’ve only seen it happen a handful of times and I’m older than most of the people in this hellish place. The big guy in the sky has lost two in the span of a few months now - I bet he’s feeling all bent out of shape about being betrayed so many times.” He nods his head up and down several times, silver eyes lit with something wild in them.“Oh, you mean Park Jimin hasn’t been with the devil that long?” Jungkook questions, only being hired into the job a few weeks ago, replacing a woman named Lilith, or so he’s been told.“No, but he’s his prized possession, never going anywhere without his crimson-winged trophy,” Bambam explains as the bigger man nods along now with the smaller man’s words. “C’mon spill! Did you see her change color while you were inside of her?” The skinny man was asking Jungkook as if they’d been friends for lifetimes over. These men were so confusing.“…I did yes.” The demon sighs out, wanting nothing more than this conversation to end once and for all. “Nice one, man!” The silver eyed man shoots Jungkook a thumbs up, cracking a wide smile. He looks over at the taller one who gives him a wide simper of his own.“So, where are we going?” Jungkook tries to pry now that everyone is more comfortable with each other.“To Limbo of course! Home sweet home!” Bambam leans back in his seat, putting both of his palms behind his head, smiling to the ceiling.“And the gatekeeper wants to meet with us?” Jungkook prompts one, lifting one of his brows with his question.“No, boss just sent us over. We got a call from her God this morning wanting us to retrieve you and the angel for him. Probably because the only place where you all can meet is in the waiting room.” The taller one nods again, genuine smiles morphing into ones of misplaced glee for some reason. The boiling blood of Jungkook’s demon skin gets a chill, a shiver running through the expanse of his body, making this car ride turn sour all over again. “Looks like your damnation is about to be a living, terrifying hell now.” The fashionable man explains to Jungkook with a cheshire cat gleam in his sparkling silver eyes.Jungkook gulps, knowing that his deceased life was about to be five times harder than it had ever been.———–“…gel. Hey, my angel. It’s time to get up.” Comes a soft voice you weren’t sure you recognize billowing through your blackened dream world.“Ugh.” You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hands, feeling positively groggy. For the second time today, your wings hurt too, as if someone had sat upon them. “Where am I?” You jolt then, remembering the events leading up to you blacking out. Fear overtakes you, the threat of the wise men still lingering around scared you half to death - a death twice over!“Y/n…” You freeze. You know this voice, you just haven’t heard it in a while. “You’re in Limbo, sweet angel.”You remove your hands slowly away from your face, opening up your line of vision to the beautifully horrid sight of your former co-worker and boss leaning over you on a couch in the dimly lit lobby of the waiting area of Limbo. Your eyes expand, the skin of your face smarting with your movements, making you wince.He reaches out to cradle your face in between his palms, gentle smile being created with his perfect pillows of lips. You lean back, dry lips parting in the process of your bewildered face falling to one void of all expression. At least Jimin is clothed this time, you think as he drops his hands, his smile sagging at the way you reacted towards him.You stare at each other in silence for at least a minute.You have so many questions for him. What made him change? Why did he stay? Does he live with the devil now? Why are your wings different colors? Did he regret his decision to go off the holy trail? You weren’t sure which to ask him first. You open and close your mouth, brows furrowing, cheek stinging with the lingering pain that Bambam inflicted earlier. He searches your eyes for seemingly for the same questions, flicking his strawberry irises back and forth between yours.Someone calls out for him and you see that it is Seokjin, Lucifer himself, heading to the elevator with a group of demons who you can’t make out who is in the pile of sinners, calling his winged puppy over.“I have to go.” He whispers to you like a child at a slumber party, afraid they’d get caught by their parents or something. “I have a meeting with your ex-fiance.” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down as he speaks. You have many questions for him, but, that one never crossed your mind. It was way out of left field for you. You had probably been dropped in the process of being placed in the waiting room and you’d chalk it up to that. You’ve never had an ex-husband and you hoped and prayed to your God that you never will.He stands to go, turning on his heel with a sheepish expression gracing his beautiful features. You have one question for him, catching his wrist before he walks away from your seated form. He turns to look at you over his shoulder and you gaze at your best friend you once knew. “Jimin.” You look at him, water collecting in the bottom of your sockets. “Are you happy?”His features soften with your query up to the fallen angel. His eyes crinkle, forming half-moons in the process of his smile growing over his shoulder bone. “Very.” He purrs out and it sends a shiver running straight through you like a molten, heated rocket.With his one-worded, short and sweet answer, he practically skips to the side of the devil who sways and swings his tail around the waist of your former co-worker. You watch them go, tears retreating back into your sockets, a look of longing placed upon your features as they disappear behind the metal of the doors. You miss the glow from the dragon-like eyes watching you in bewilderment until the doors carry him up with the other sinners in tow.Speaking of devils and sinners, where was your young demon?Another wave of terror washes over you and you aren’t sure if your immortal soul could take this up and down with your mood swings anymore. You scan the quiet lobby, mortal souls, sinners, and a few low-level angels were scattered around the room going about their daily lives. The scariest people in here were the people with no colored ring around their bodies, the wise men and the gatekeeper himself, Kim Namjoon, were void any halo what-so-ever signaling that they were a force to be reckoned with.You rake your eyes over and over the people around you, hoping you have just glossed over your young demon lover in the process. No. You don’t see him and that makes your stomach full of the breakfast he’s cooked for you to flip inwards on itself. You fear the worst has happened to him, no wise man around, no other soul who you recognize present in the same room as you. Did the wise men take him away? Was he okay? Were they torturing him? Could he withstand the pressure? Were all seven of the wicked men present? Was Namjoon there too? You felt like the lobby was spinning, you draw your knees up and place your forehead on the borrowed sweatpants from Jungkook, wanting to cry in defeat. You snake your arms around your knees, folding your now pink and sore feathers around your body, the only comforting thing here in this dimly lit room was yourself.Well, that’s how it should be. Atone for your own sins. You should be alone to face whatever was waiting for you here in Limbo. You had no one to blame but yourself. You could have easily said no last night and been fine, but, you did not and now you alone have to pay the price.“Y/n?” Asks the baritone you know very well from the night before.You shoot your head up, eyes filled with fresh tears seeing that it was Jungkook holding two cups of water in each hand. You’ve never been so relieved and happy in your entire life. He smiles down to you sweetly as he hands you the cold plastic cup, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch to gaze up at you.“It’ll be okay, angel.” He coos, finding your free hand and gripping it firmly in his wide palm. His face is soft, reassuring letting you know that he means well. “No harm shall come to you while you’re mine.” He slowly circles his thumb over the top of your palm and you are so grateful that this supposed demon was the one you choose to partake in the sins of the flesh in.“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Jeon?” Comes a voice from above Jungkook, not giving you a second to answer your demon. You look up while Jungkook pulls a muscle to see who is lingering over his form. Your eyes blow wide again, realizing it’s another wise man, though, the friendliest out of the group. “Your room is ready for you on the third floor.” Youngjae beams down out you, chuckling at nothing but his words.Jungkook’s amber irises find yours, exchanging a questioning look before you both down your cups of water in response. You stand, legs feeling weak but you push through the dull creeping ache of your immortal body that lingers from last night into this one. You follow your sunny escort to the metal elevators, that eerie feeling of dread overtaking you once more. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to handle another whiplash of emotions like you have been enduring this whole weekend.The metal doors open, revealing a dimly lit elevator cart in its wake. Youngjae taps the bold “3”, button being backlit with a lazy gold light. You wonder if this is a good idea but press forward nonetheless, ready to accept your fate, whatever it may be. Jungkook grips your hand as you both enter the trolley to your fate to the unknown. You turn to face the sliding metal doors, witnessing the beaming man waving to you as if you were off to enjoy an amusement park ride.You turn to ask Jungkook if he was okay as the floors whiz by too fast for you to form a clear thought. The floor counter dings, the metal doors swing open revealing a meeting room. A long oak stained table with several black leather wheeled seats line the outer expanse of the table. You inhale, taking a step forward clinging to your demon, wondering why in all the realms you are here in this giant room alone with Jungkook.“I wonder why the wise men brought us here?” You question out loud finally, ghosting your free fingertips over the cool leather of the seats you pass by. “Do you think that the gatekeeper is going to meet with us?”“Must you question and try everything? You need to have more faith, my child.” Comes the rumble from the only seat not facing the pair of you, making you halt your steps, blood freezing over, knowing why you were forced to come to the dim meeting room.Your God, that you love and adore was here.The chair at the head of the table swivels around revealing the ethereal face of the God almighty turning to face you with a deadpan expression coloring his strong features. His thick brows and fluffy lips sat in a straight line, void of any emotion. His legs are crossed, wearing a snow-colored suit, one elbow resting on the meat of his thigh, large palm holding his chin up easily. His free arm weaves through his tangle of limbs, dangling the other way off his body. His feathers are tucked behind him comfortably and his halo is shining intensely, something you’ve seen before when his temper spikes on rare occasions.His gaze is solely boring down on you and you’ve never felt such raw, unadulterated power from him. Though the wise man named Bambam had the same sort of manifested gift as the almighty creator to force invisible will against another, the sweltering earth splitting magnitude of just how much of a mistake you have made washes over you.Oh my god, what have I done?You drop the hold you have on the demon’s hand, falling to a “child’s pose” and throw your arms in front of your bowed face. You can barely breathe, even in this healing yoga pose, you feel like your reality has slipped through the cracks completely. Why wasn’t he in heaven? Why was he here? Is he going to smite you three times over in the afterlife? Why were you so stupid?!“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!” You cry, tears finally escaping the threshold of your eyes, trickling out of your sockets in a steady stream on the hardwood of the third floor. You miss the upturn of Jungkook’s brows, watching your body bow for another man.“Rise, my angel.” Yahweh’s deep voice echoes in the quiet of the meeting room.You do as you are told quickly, scrambling to your feet, looking disheveled and pathetic and take your place next to Jungkook once more. You feel his chorded tail wrap around your calf, trying to steady your nervous, stifling body. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. No words of comfort, praise, writing, scripture - nothing.You had to atone for your sins directly with your God.The handsome creator of the heavens and the earth stands, sighing as he does so. He adjusts the jacket of his suit when he is at full height, looking down at you again with those two piercing orbs of clear, justified light. He comes within only a few feet of your body making your artificial breathing stop briefly.Your God traces every salmon colored feather with his steely gaze, mulling over something he wants to say in his head. You know this look. It’s the calm before the storm, the hard tick in his jaw, his unfeeling callous tone, but, his eyes bare a wild rage that you were simply terrified of. His bright eyes flick back up to your face, lingering on the pink mark on your cheek. “Was this from the wise men or the demon boy?” He asks, flicking his cool blue pools to Jungkook’s contrasting amber ones.“Wise men.” You answer for your young partner in sin. You could feel Jungkook’s quiet anger fuming out around you, being talked about like he wasn’t even there. You know that this must be frustrating to go through all over again, to witness you being powerless to the higher beings.Yahweh’s eyes flash, gleaming with a spark of anger at your answer to his query. “I see.” He looks at the side of your face again, “I only asked them to fetch you for me. I am sorry they treated you so cruelly.” You nod, not really knowing what to say.His gaze drops, tracing your flesh now with his crystal hues. He stops at the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, last night’s colorful activities on full display, the old sweatshirt neckline too low to cover the marks from Jungkook’s mouth. His emotionless face twists into more raught anger. “You’ve sinned, Y/n.”“I have, yes.” You answer immediately like the good, obedient angel you are. There was no use in lying. The sin was evident on your immortal form, clear as God’s eyes, as green as grass. You were a sinner. A fallen angel.“And after all, I’ve done for you…” He rumbles, taking a step forward, eye sockets narrowing into slits. You feel as if the God Almighty was a shoe and you were the ant about to be stepped upon. The sheer power he commands with his vocal cords are simply enough to make you want to wash his feet with your hair, unable to understand your senses while you’re with him. “What shall we do with you, hm?”“Wh-what do you mean?” You ask, feeling incredibly unworthy to even try and question your God.He reaches out suddenly, gripping your windpipe with his large fists. It wasn’t like you needed to breathe, but, the habit stuck since you were only a mere mortal of a soul, transferring the habit into Heaven with you. The wind was being knocked out of you in the swift action, causing a strangled gasp to leave your lips. Jungkook snarls loud, baring his fangs, breaking his silence, placing his muscular hands upon his divine flesh.“Fuck!” He howls, recoiling back, his impure and low ranking status as only a mere demon making it so he would be burned upon contact with the being of pure light. Smoke rises from his reddened palms, a look of pain sweeping across his features.“Kook!” You squeak out, reaching out to comfort him as your God’s one-handed grip tightens around your flesh, making your bulging irises find the blue ones of your God once more. “Y/n,” comes the thunderous growl from the depths of the creator’s throat, “you want to sin so badly? You want the feeling of flesh against yours?” Your eyes blow wide with his brash words to you. “You want to come back to heaven?” You say nothing, eyes darting to Jungkook whimpering next to him. “Do you want to know what pure bliss - heaven - feels like between your thighs?” What is he talking about? He couldn’t possibly mean- “Then let me baptize you in my cum.”You choke on the air of the third floor, Jungkook softly gasps while the whole room falls deathly quiet.His sparkling blue eyes show no trace of anything less than the absolute truth, the word of God behind his bright hues.“What did you say?” You ask him as he removes his hold from your neck. “I’m sorry, my Lord, I’m not sure if I’ve heard you correctly.”The creator’s orbs flash again, though this time it’s in annoyance, he snaps his long fingers and your borrowed clothes disappear in the blink of an eye along with his perfect opal suit into the void that is God’s will. “I said,” his nostrils flare again in annoyance, “let me purge you from the demon’s cum with my own. Inside of you, outside of you, it won’t matter. I will remove any traces of evil that lurk in you with my body.”A few things happen in the next few seconds.Firstly, you yelp and close your eyes, averting your gaze from the heavenly body (literally stark naked) in front of you, trying to cover yourself with your wings. Secondly, your God flicks his pointer finger up at your exposed frame, wings staying folded in place with his invisible will. He then flicks his long finger down making your knees buckle, bowing to the pressure of your God easily, knowing that if you fight you would have something worse than torture thrust upon your body and soul. Your eyes snap open at the force, the wind yet again being claimed straight from your soul. Thirdly, the young demon lunges with angry, glowing red eyes, fangs bared fist cocked back, ready to strike the Holy Father with everything he’s got.“Sit down, Jeon Jungkook.” Your God juts his chin out, making the young boy fly back into a waiting rolling chair, catching him as the Father ties Jungkook’s chorded tail around him. He snarls, being secured away from your naked body on the ground kneeling right in front of your disrobed creator. “You’ve done enough.”“Don’t touch her!” Jungkook thrashes around in his leather-bound seat, trying to shake the unseen forces holding him hostage while having zero luck. You try to get up yourself, wanting to escape this crazy, far-fetched dream you are sure you’ve found yourself wedged inside of again. “She’s mine!”“Hah!” A sarcastic deep snort leaves the throat of your creator of all that is seen and unseen directed solely at the young demon seated away from you. “I created her!” He openly boasts, arrogance coloring his tone. “I made that pretty pink pussy that you think you did a decent job at destroying.” He taunts the young male fuming in his seat.You clear your throat, never hearing your God talk about anyone - let alone your anatomy - like he was.The Holy Father was a kind, loving soul. His boxy smile could cure diseases and his soft disposition made him very approachable. He was powerful, yes, but he was more often than not, a sweet, careful being who loved small animals and, of course, the beautifully delicate souls of the children he’s made who had passed too quickly. He always put the best interests of others before himself, making him more than selfless. He always played games and read to the children in the sky, making his rounds in the fluffy clouds of heaven. He would recite scriptures often of the tales of old - quieting worry and snuffing out fear. He was handsome, yes, of course. But, he was God for Christ sake! You’ve been caught before sneaking peeks at the little freckle at the end of his nose or the little mole on his bottom lip, the other Seraphim angels chastising you that you may not look upon your God in that light. You know. You merely thought he was handsome, but, also pure and unstained by the greasy mark that sin leaves upon the soul. He gave a piece of himself to every human born on earth, which must be exhausting you think, to give and give, asking for nothing in return. He is an untouchable being of light in many ways, or so you thought.He flicks his burning blue pools back to your groveling form on the ground before him. “Are you ready to receive the gifts of God?” He asks you, though you are sure whatever you say will go unheard. Still, you decide to speak up.“M-May I speak, my Lord?” Your voice is tiny, a mouse would squeak louder than you at this point you think, as he reaches a hand out to cup your face in his warm palm.“What is it, my angel?” He asks, face softening as he looks down to you on your knees before him. You try your best to ignore the sight of his external sex organ in your clear line of sight, dangling right in front of your dry lips, not really knowing if you were succeeding or not.You take a gulp of salvia to coat your hoarse windpipe, not really figuring out how to word this delicately. “My Lord, please, have mercy, I do not understand what is happening…”He looks at you with adoration, something he’s done several times, though this one was different. His thick eyebrows twist upwards as he strokes the pad of his thumb over your mouth slowly, manipulating your bottom lip. You quiver under his touch, something you’ve only felt a handful of times in your year’s servitude with him, none of those feeling quite like this moment though.He pushes his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, his heavenly body glowing brighter, it seemed. Though you haven’t the slightest idea what is happening to you at all, still stunned that the Father almighty is naked in front of your unwilling and undeserving eyes.“I love you, my angel, just as I have loved all of my children…” He begins, the timbre of his husky voice shooting straight to the middle of your thighs, making your clench around nothing. “But, I made you so incredible - so perfect - so pure, it was hard to deny you anything, and like any doting parent would, I gave in to your prayers and wishes. I made it so you could follow your dream to teach the children of your village. But, because I meddled in your mortal life, I opened you up for the devil to walk into your life in the form of a fleshed out monster.” His jaw clenches, his dark brows furrowing from the ancient thought.“The mistake was all mine - not yours - to bare. I put you in the hands of a mortal demon who took advantage of your body and spirit, though you truly did love him, rock on your finger and marriage on the horizon to prove that…He didn’t feel quite the same, he raped you a week before your ceremony and when he was finished with you, he murdered you in cold blood.”You are shaking on your knees, naked, with your God’s finger shoved down your throat. What does he mean? This never happened to you, right? You have no memory of this, you try to rack your brain of some recollection of it over and over, coming up short each time.“I removed his memory from you, not wanting you to live with the daily haunting of that man for the rest of your immortal life. You didn’t deserve to live with my mistake the rest of your holy days, my angel, so I replaced your death with something more…lighthearted.”You weren’t sure what to make of this. Not sure of what to think of your God working in his mysterious ways. On one hand, you are happy that he did purge you of your memories of those horrific incidents that happened to you, not having to think about your mortal days and wondering why someone would choose to kill you. On the other, you wonder why he’s never told you until now.A look of doubt and questioning must have flashed across your face, for he then pulls his moist thumb out of your cavern, cupping your face in between his warm palms. “My angel.” He pulls you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Let me make it up to you, please. I cannot fathom heaven without you. I will give you the pleasures of the flesh for the rest of your immortal days of you agree to come back to heaven with me.” Your core clenches around nothing once more, hungry to receive his offer and promise in his husky tone.Jungkook snarls in the corner and you feel guilty for wanting more than the young demon who has opened your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure (sin). Jungkook was very much like your God. True, a sinner and a brat more than anything, but, he was really kind, very selfless you think, behind his black sclera and burning yellow rings for irises. You do something brash and bold, something the new you was becoming quite accustomed to.“My Lord, if all parties are to be happy that means I could not live without Jungkook in the palace in the clouds.” You state.He removes his palms from you, turning his steely blue hues to face the seated demon who has gone silent. “You want me to make him an angel?” Your God asks you, tone firm in his vocal cords. You catch the hard tick of his jaw once more.“Yes.” You nod, looking to Jungkook now to find his amber irises blushing out of his head, bunny teeth exposed with his jaw practically unhinged. He looks so innocent and pure behind the horns and chorded tail. Jungkook then nods vigorously, wanting, hopefully, the same thing as you do. “Yes, I ask this of you, my Lord.”The Father whips his head back to you, clear orbs gleaming with delight behind them. “Convince me then, angel.” He pushes his hips forward, his organ swinging in front of your face once more. You look up to his pools of blue, smirk stretching across his lips as he pulls a leather chair out to sit in while you “convince” him. He rests his forearms on the arms of the leather cushion, his wings stretch out, making him look like the holy, divine creature from where you were sitting.You mull it over quietly and watch the wide girth bob up and down, body lit with a match, ready to suck down the God almighty with everything you could muster. You ponder if this is the biggest, most egregious sin of all, performing sexual acts on your God.A bead of precum catches your eye, shining it’s beautiful opal essence on the tip of his penis, making your hormones decide for you rather than your logical side of your brain.The new you couldn’t give any more of a damn, reaching your slightly trembling fingers up to wrap around the base of his wide shaft. He was so heavy! A weight you’ve never felt before in your hands. You dart your pink muscle to wet your bottom lip as you give the mushroom head of your God’s cock a tentative lick.“Say grace first, sweet angel.” He demands you softly, low voice shooting sparks to your core.You lick the top of his cock again before you flutter your lashes in a coy fashion, teasing your God before reciting a quick meal prayer. You dip back down and lick his wide head, swirling your tongue over his tip.A low rumble is produced from your God’s throat, making your exposed center absolutely dripping wet with his growl of praise. He leans his head back on the leather, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You flick your tongue on his slit, granting you grunts of encouragement. Your fingers couldn’t touch each other around his girth. So much like Jungkook’s cock, you use both of your palms to work the silkened flesh between your God’s legs. You could feel the arousal seep from the middle of your body, stinking to the inside of your thighs.God, you wanted him so badly. God, how badly you wanted your God!You know that Jungkook is burning silent holes into the side of your face, and while you do feel bad for him, this was partially his fault, turning you into a fallen angel so now you had to beg and suck the “forgiveness and mercy” out of your creator. This was also, in part, for him. You didn’t really think that he belonged in the pits of Hell, a mistake in the sorting process. He was a selfless and caring individual who you sincerely wanted to spend all your immortal days with.You move down the length, moving away from the tip of his giant cock and towards the base of him. You tongue down the shaft, making your pink muscle move in swirling motions, causing low moans of pleasure to escape your heavenly Father’s lips. You reach the pubic bone of the creator of the heavens, inhaling the scent of the most intimate parts of him, moving his weight up and kissing the smooth skin of his testicles.Clove and honey. That’s what your God smells like.“My angel!” He warns wantonly. You can hear his nails digging into either side of the plastic of the armrests, his teeth grit in response to your tonguing of his sensitive flesh. For another time then. you think as you move upwards, placing what you could fit in between your lips, your hot mouth welcoming him easily.You hollow out your cheeks as you start to suck him down, enjoying the gasps and moans of pleasure your God was vocalizing out in the air of the meeting room. You tongue the mushroom head of his length, swallowing him down as far as he was able to go while your wrists work in tandem to bring him to his high. His flesh in your palms felt like velvet, his skin gliding up and down his length with your strokes. He was perfect, so ethereal. You look from your lashes to see him staring down at you with his mouth wide-open. He gazes at you with such passion, dark brows turned up in pleasure he was receiving from your mouth.The pleasure you were giving your God.“Worship me.” He eggs you on deep, breathlessly, glow from his golden halo growing brighter by the second.You pull off his length with a lewd pop. A string of saliva and his salty essence connects between your lips and the top of his cock. You smirk up at him, watching him drink you in like you were fulfilling every fantasy your God has had about you. Your lips ghost the head of his girth, whispering, “I always have and will.” His nostrils blow wide at your teasing lit and actions.“You have strayed though, little lamb.” He glows brighter, leaning down to your form to hold your chin and your bottom lip in his giant paws once more. He stands slowly then, pushing the rolling chair away from himself, heavenly cock waving in front of you as if to say ‘You had better hope and pray to me that I will fit in you’.“Up.” He beckons with a lazy come-hither with his two longest fingers, letting you move on your own free will this time, you do as you’re told rising to your feet. You try to sneak a quick glance to Jungkook who you see has a tent in his pants, staring at your naked body with hungry red eyes.Your God snatches your chin again, swiveling your attention back towards the being of pure light in front of you once more. “Naughty angels get punished.” He leans down as if to kiss you, holding your chin taught so you would not be able to escape. Your immortal heart was beating so fast out of your chest. There was no way he was about to kiss you. “You know what that means, right, my angel?” He asks and you only slightly shake your head as much as you could. The little mole on his bottom lip that has caught your eye more than you can count was about to be in contact with your impure flesh?! You could hardly fathom it. Though, the next words he says to you as he leans in his golden body to hover your body you could hardly believe either.“Let me crucify you with my cock.” He whispers, the flesh of his lips almost ghosting yours.You gasp, eyes blowing wide, you were seeing stars and he hadn’t even touched you yet.“You need to be stretched out first, though, to make room for me.” He coos, smirk crawling up his wonderfully sinful lips.All in one go, he flips you over and pushes the front of your torso so that you are leaning over the wooden boardroom table, ass hung over the side of the table for him to pound into easily. He snickers now, deep baritone filling the room around the three of you. He smacks your rear end, the ache and the sting from last night making tears fill your sockets from the impact of his wide palm on your bruised flesh. He heartily chuckles now, laughing out loud. About what you hadn’t a clue.“You did do a good job of marking her flesh up didn’t you, boy.” He commends Jungkook on the beautiful colors he’s made your skin turn. You turn your head to look behind you, trying to find the demon far away from you. You wonder why he’s been so silent and it clicks that your God has made it so he hasn’t been able to struggle and whip around - only being able to watch you silently, bound to his leather seat by his own tail.Poor Jungkook.You feel a cool swipe against your heated core, jolting you back to reality. You yelp, nails trying to find purchase on the smooth wooden table with little luck. You are currently caught in between your God and the edge of the wooden table. You hear the familiar sound of stringed balls clicking together, prompting you turn to look over your shoulder bone at what your God has in store for you right now.You swear your unbeating heart was going to fall out of your mouth with all the gawking and heart-stopping roller coaster of emotions you were flipping through right now as you watch him with unbridled attention. The Father almighty, creator of the heaven and earth, of all that’s seen and unseen had a wicked, evil smirk on his sinful lips while enlarged rosary beads dangle in his hand. You realize that some of them are glossy, a slow realization that the cool feeling between your legs a minute ago was the white plastic in his hands.He presses the beads to your heated core once more, making you hum in response. “So wet, my dove.” He observes, collecting your arousal on the stringed beads. “Your lust for me is strong, Y/n.” He continues to move your slick folds back and forth, gasps and mewls fill the room now, making you want nothing more than what he’s been promising you: his cock inside of you. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves, making your legs quake with the slow waves of pleasure he was steadily bringing you.“Please!” You moan out, unashamed with how much need was laced behind your two words to him.He chuckles, a deep vibration against your flesh causing your body to jolt with his simple action once more. “Oh, sweet girl, patience is a virtue.” He slaps the sore flesh of your ass. You suck in a quick breath, closing your eyes at his swift blow, body’s pain receptors alive and well on your backside.“My Lord, please I beg of you, please prepare me for you.” You beg out wantonly. You feel the fresh pool of arousal pool out from your entrance with the promise of something bigger filling your empty center. “You think you deserve it? Think you deserve me?” He further presses, circling your clit faster. You nod your head furiously, hair whipping with your actions. You needed this. You needed him. You needed to be filled with his divine essence. He slides the pad of his warm thumb down your moist folds, leaving your body and being quickly replaced with two of his long fingers stretching your nether lips open.“Recite the Our Father without stuttering and I shall give you what you desire.” He muses out, voice rough with husky desire laced in his tone.You throw your head back at the cool, slow insertion of the beads breaching your molten core. He slides the first one inside of your slicked hole with ease, taking it slow, teasing you with a kiss to your shoulder blade in the process. “Our F-Father…” You try and muster out in between feeling the rosary beads slip from your middle, starting back to square one.“Again.” Your God demands.“Our Father, who art in heaven..” Your skin is on fire where he touched his lips tenderly to you, wishing he would actually kiss your lips instead of your back. Though, at this point, you were happy he was touching you and filling you up slowly, bead by bead. “Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.”In and out, in and out, like waves of bliss washing you up on the shores of undeniable pleasure. It was maddening that he making you recite the Lord’s prayer while inserting holy items into your most private parts.“Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses,” it was so hard to concentrate, your breath coming out in short bursts, your forearms were struggling to keep your frame propped up on the table. “As we forgive those who trespass against us-s; and-““No angel, once more.” He purrs, removing all the beads from the middle of you, making you start over.You do as you are told, craving the push and pull of the engorged beads entering and exiting your hole as you come to the end of your prayer once more. “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”“Amen.” He finishes, smile apparent in his voice.The cool roundness of the plastic being pushed in by his long fingers makes you see stars, hot coil wrapping around your stomach burns with desire and shoots through your veins. In and out, over and over, push in, pull out. You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to feel his crystal pools of blue boring a hole in your center, surely smirking down at the holy beads disappearing in and out of your folds. You hiss, feeling him rub a bead against the most delicious spot inside of your center. The lewd squelching sounds happen continuously, filling the quiet room with unholy sounds that you are solely responsible for. You cry out as he speeds up his torturously slow pace, mewls and whimpers raising in pitch, needy and heavy as the beads push in and out of your slippery molten core.Your God sighs from behind you. “Jungkook, I need your assistance.” You turn slightly, vision hazed over as you make out the demon springing forth from being wrapped around himself. “Our angel is making too much noise.” You see his thick cock tenting his grey sweatpants as he walks the expanse of the wooden table in front of you, coming to glower at you with his amber irises right in front of your nose.You melt at his words, specifically “Our”, wanton mewls escaping your horse sounding throat as Jungkook exchanges a knowing look with Yahweh behind you, nodding once to the man behind you. He flicks his amber orbs back down to yours which have surely glossed over in a hazy, lust filled cloud by now.Fingers are removed from your body, beads are pulled out of you with force, causing you to gasp out loud, eye flying open in shock. A wet snap is heard wafting in from behind you, Jungkook’s sweats disappear and his wonderfully weighted cock is shoved in your unhinged mouth.You release a muffled cry, the silk length in your throat was throbbing, silencing your breathy pants and shrieks of need. Palo santo fills your senses, replacing the sweet honeyed clove scent of your God, making your eyes blur with tears. Jungkook winds his hands through your tangle of hair, holding you delicately as he pushes his weight into your throat.A soft moan slips past his lips as he thrusts his hips into your hot mouth. You lay your tongue flat, ready and willing to relieve him to suck him down with all your might. Your mind was a mess, loving the way his velvet head feels against the back of your throat. You hum, mouth full of your young demon’s cock slotted perfectly in between your lips.Your God’s palm collides with your backside again, stinging, creating more pockets of colorful swirls on your ass. You jolt, pressing your nose into his pubic bone, choking on his cock. You clench around nothing, ready for your God to fill you with his divine being.“Ready, my dove?” Your lord growls out, pressing the head of his giant mushroom cock to your glistening hole. Jungkook stills for you to confirm or deny what was to come, pulling out of you to sputter and cough in the quiet of the small board room.“Yes, my Lord.” You are pushed forward again by a rough slap to your dripping cunt by his enormous cock.“For now, my angel,” he slaps you again, collecting your juices spilling out of your hole. “You may call me my true name,” You gasp, watery eyes bulging. Jungkook slots his twitching member into your warm mouth once more, wanting some friction. “Taehyung.” He growls, sinking his divine member into your clenching center.You feel like you’ve blacked out from the penetration of his holy girth into your middle. Your cries of pain are silenced with the giant cock in your throat. You screw your eyes shut while Taehyung slides as far as you allow him to go. It’s a warm, tight fit, one you don’t know if the stretch is pleasurable or painful.After a few more moments, Taehyung lets himself bottom out, and takes a fist full of your ass in each of his large hand and pushes you back and forth on the trunk of his cock.He starts a slow burn of a pace, letting you sink back on every silkened inch of his wide length. You weren’t sure how long you’d last like this and if he’d have some form of forgiveness - mercy - and fuck you without remorse.Just like you’ve always wanted from him.God, you really were a monster. A cock hungry monster.Taehyung starts to push in and out of you faster, making you bob on Jungkook’s member quicker. His head taps the back of your throat and you’re starting to enjoy the feeling of his swollen member trying to fill your heated mouth. They find a comfortable rhythm between the two of them. Back and forwards. You were literally caught between heaven and hell and for once you liked being trapped between the two realms.Taehyung’s fingers push past your furthest entrance making you choke a scream around Jungkook’s cock. These vibrations on his cock were maddening. He throws his head back and sinks you further down his shaft.Your holy Father bucks his large cock into your vigorously now, harder, faster, with more passion behind the snapping of his hips into yours. He was making a few of his own low noises, getting lost in the depths of your pussy sucking him back as he tries to pull out.Heaven. You’re in absolute, blissed, fucked out heaven.You feel the cool of the wet rosary bead against your asshole and you know you are certainly doomed.Taehyung spits onto your last hole, lubing you up for the insertion of the bead. Your tears spill against Jungkook’s pubic bone and thighs, rubbing the wet skin against each other. Your nails dig into the wood of the counter, scrambling to find anything to give you leverage to hold on to while he fucks into you quicker now, his large velvet shaft working up and down your folds with sinful glee. The coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, each insertion of the beads makes you see stars.He snickers behind you as he slowly pushes the circularly object into you. Your thighs shake, your arms quiver and all you can do it hold yourself up in order for both your men to fuck into you. Jungkook threads his burning fingers through your hair, holding you in place as your God continues the now brutal pace he’s set for the group, along with the bead breaching in the deepest, most intimate part of you.They rock you back and forth now, finding a brutal pace in between the demon and the deity. Both of them groaning, holding onto your body, exiting and entering you. You could think, lost in the sea of your fucked out brain. You were losing it between the both of them, moving back and forth between the two otherworldly men. You feel like everyone’s glow was increasing, the heat from the red and golden halos swallowing your dusty pink one whole.Taehyung pulls the beads out making you scream around Jungkook’s cock tightly wedged in your mouth. Your God grips you from behind, holding your hips flush with his, testicles slapping your backside with force while your nose was pushed up against Jungkook’s pubic bone.“Ready to be blessed, my love?” Taehyung thunders out, snapping his hips up and into scorched center.Jungkook holds your head tightly, making sure you were secure around his member that was fitted inside your hot cavern. You give a few more muffled moans, silenced by the large demon cock in your mouth. Taehyung continues the onslaught of fucking into you, rocketing his hips swiftly against your ample flesh of your bruised ass. Your rose colored wings shake, shivering with delight, your coil fit to burst at any moment, you claw your nails on the smooth surface of the wooden table trying to hold yourself up, as well as find something to hold onto. Taehyung propels you forward with his hips slamming into yours, the head of his giant cock brushing up against your sweetest spot over and over.You hollow out your cheeks, trying to focus on the demon in front of you that you’ve felt like you’ve neglected all evening. The pressure growing in the pit of your stomach is impending, closing on you. You screw your eyes shut while you bob your head, giving Jungkook more attention than your God ramming his thick length in and out of your abused center.“I’m-! Ah!” Jungkook jolts, shooting his liquid down your windpipe and you greedily suck him down. The white-hot liquid warming your throat makes you hum in response to his climax being released down your throat. Taehyung is still pumping in and out of you, moaning your name all the while as the younger of you three finishes coming inside of your mouth. You pop off his sensitive member, the sensation making him whimper. You lick your lips, being pushed forward roughly from behind again, looking up to your dark haired demon. He holds the sides of your face now, member softening as he looks at you with those beautiful, brown eyes.Wait, brown?! Not amber?!You didn’t get to revel in the demon changing into an angel as your own release takes you by surprise, though, you’ve felt it coming for a while.“Oh, pleaseee!” You call out to the board room, holding onto Jungkook’s steady forearms as Taehyung doesn’t stop for you to enjoy your orgasm rippling through your body, fucking into your backside still. Your vision is hazy at best, looking straight forward to Jungkook’s sculpted stomach. Your pink halo starts to change back to your golden one, feathers rustling behind you, your hoarse voice calls out in a high pitch, whimpering and heaving.“Now…” Taehyung snarls, pushing himself in your wet core with sloppy thrusts, his own high closing in around him. “Go in peace.” He bellows the sticky front of his chest is being pressed into your back. “To love and serve.” He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust into your sore pussy. “The Lord!” He cries, brushing the head of himself against you again in such a delicious way, making you orgasm quickly a second time with his movements inside of you.Blessed indeed you were, being filled up with God’s white-hot semen shooting straight to your womb and filling you up by the handfuls. Your combined juices pour out of your folds, coating the smooth table in your sticky substances. His member continues to twitch in you, large palms creating fresh new bruises on the flesh of your hip bones. You feel like if you are a human and if your organs work like they should, you would certainly be pregnant by now. You tremble, not being able to keep yourself up any longer, senses and nerves numb as well as your fucked out and fried brain. You slump against Jungkook as he pets the top of your sweat filled hair. Taehyung’s engorged penis starts to soften inside of you, causing more liquid to trickle out of your hole. Your snow colored feathers fall to either side of you, hitting the table with a thud.“You felt better than heaven, my angel.” Taehyung kisses the juncture of where the smooth opal colored tresses meet your back slowly, tenderly, letting you know his onslaught of you was over - for now at least. “You too, Jeon Jungkook, you will probably make a fine addition to heaven’s gate.Your lashes flutter, blackness creeping around the edges of your vision. Sleep sounding better than the two orgasms that just ran through your body. You feel a cool cloth touching your center, making you jolt with who sensitive you were. Your God was a kind and just being, you are certain.This weekend was a true run-around you think, as your God peels away off of you, cool breeze hitting your open, exposed flesh. This was a whirlwind of a weekend - a new surprise awaiting you at every turn you whisper to no one but yourself in your overly fried mind.“Shall we return home, my new and old angels?” He purrs, snapping his fingers, being clothed in your borrowed clothes like nothing has ever happened. “Tomorrow is Sunday.” He muses watching a clothed Jungkook help you off the table silently, tail nonexistent and horns void in the messy mop on his head. His doe eyes are sparkling with something unknown behind them - wonder, maybe? His wings will grow on this back as time goes on, the bigger the wings, the longer they’ve been deceased. “Good thing you have a whole to worship me.” A deep rumble comes out of his throat directed at you and the young angel now.A match is lit in your stomach, turning to look at your heavenly creator over your shoulder, being pierced with the bright blue crystal of his narrowed irises, a small smirk on his wonderfully sinful lips. You give him your own taunting smile, whispering the only word that you know he wants to hear right now, knowing that your home life was about to be quite different, and honestly, you were more than excited.“Amen.”